The Taming of Violet: BBW Romance (Masiello Brothers Book 1)

by J. M. Dabney

  His cock was so fucking hard it hurt and jerking with his pulse.

  “Fuck me,” she growled.

  He couldn’t wait another second, so he positioned his fat cock at her hole and thrust. Her pussy lips were hot where they met his groin. He felt the rush of her response as he pushed into her over and over. Wetness poured down over his nuts. Her belly jiggled, and her tits bounced with the force of his thrusts. She was so fucking hot and tight around his cock that his dick flexed at the sight of her cream coating his bare shaft.

  He slapped his palms down on the table beside her wide hips as she cursed and begged him for harder—faster. Whatever his baby girl wanted, he’d give her. He took her with all his strength with no thought if he was hurting her and she let out high-pitched grunts every time he bottomed out.

  He stopped, and her wide, panicked eyes met his.

  “What the fuck are you—”

  He pulled out halfway and began spanking her pretty cunt until she was riding his dick, rolling those beautiful hips. She tore at the gorgeous length of her hair and then she came, wetness splashing between them.

  “Shit, little girl, that’s sexy, I want one more.” He bent over her, the table cutting into the front of his thighs and rode her. His mouth on hers and his tongue licking inside, her’s tangling with his. He was going to lose it any minute, but he needed one more from her. Their bodies were pressed together, and he felt the painful clench of her around him. The cut of her nails into his back and he took her long, agonized groan.

  “Where you want it, baby, you…” He snapped his hips forward, ground against her. “Want me to pull out?”

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” she growled then her teeth took hold of his bottom lip.

  His balls drew up tight as he pushed through the pleasure swollen, velvet of her pussy. Her whines tinged with pain pushed him over, and he sealed his hips against her ass. His eyes rolled back as he spilled every drop inside her. He kissed her lazily as he rocked his hips drawing out their pleasure.

  “Keep doing that shit, and I’m yours forever.”

  “That was the fucking plan.”

  They collapsed on the table, exhausted and covered in sweat. Gio had never been fucking happier in his life, and she wasn’t going any fucking place.

  Shit, Is This What Happily Ever After Felt Like?

  Violet could barely move. Putting on her underwear that morning had been a nightmare. Gio had shown no mercy, and she hadn’t asked for any. The man always seemed so in control. For a minute in the kitchen, she’d been shocked by her boldness. She could fake confidence with the best of them, but she wasn’t as comfortable with her curves. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t mind them, but she was fine with average men—ones who weren’t rocking eight ridges of muscle like some freak of nature.

  He made her feel sexy, and she couldn’t deny he wanted her. She’d awakened that morning with him already buried deep and loving her slow and easy. He never seemed satisfied until she got off at least twice. He’d given her breakfast in bed, and then he walked her over to her place. When he’d kissed her, she hadn’t wanted to go inside without him, but he said he needed to get to work.

  Gio wanted permanent—with her. She had to wonder about the man’s sanity. Finally, it was lunchtime, and she was sitting in the break room having her lunch leftovers from dinner last night.

  “Violet, you have a visitor.” Heather, the receptionist, peeked into the room.

  She couldn’t stand the bitch. She had one of those better than attitudes because Heather had zero body fat and a rich boyfriend. Women should be self-sufficient—able to handle their own shit.

  “Yeah, who is it?” she asked as she looked longingly at her food.

  “He claims to be your boyfriend.”

  “Ain’t no claim about it,” Gio sounded irritated as he walked into the room. “Hey, baby girl.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I was hoping to grab you for lunch, but it looks like you already started.”

  “You can join me.”

  He hummed, and that sexy smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth. “Wasn’t exactly what I had in mind to eat.”

  She snorted as Heather turned and left, she swore the woman muttered she never under her breath. He let out a booming laugh as he approached and kissed her before he sprawled onto a chair beside her.

  “A little uptight, ain’t she?”

  “Rich boyfriend, I think he’s old enough to be her father. Maybe he ain’t giving her the dick like he should.”

  “Happy you don’t have that problem?”

  “Looking for compliments?”

  “Not in the least. Ma called and asked would we come out Sunday for dinner. I already arranged for the day off. My brother Gibson is visiting.”

  “Where does he live?”

  “Not far away, but he took over as Chief for a small station in some town called Powers. He loves it there, and he likes being the boss.”

  “I guess I could be persuaded to attend since you’re not surprising me this time.”

  “How many times do I have to apologize?”

  “I think your fear over me poisoning your coffee was enough.”

  He bowed his head as he leaned forward, then rested his forearms on his knees. “So glad my fear is such a turn-on for you.”

  “We all have our things,” she whispered as she leaned in and gently brushed her lips to his.

  “You okay today?”

  “I’m fine. To be honest, I’m enjoying the reminders.”

  She loved the way he smiled at her and the corners of his eyes crinkled. Up close, she started to notice fine threads of silver in his thick hair. She hummed. “I think I’m dating my own old man,” she raised her hand and traced the pale, shimmering hairs.

  “Too old for you?”

  “No, I think just about right.”

  “Stay over at my place tonight. I don’t like when you’re not in my bed.”

  Her stomach flipped at his softly spoken order. “I think I can do that.”

  She didn’t know what was happening to her. She didn’t mind being away from him. She was used to her own space, but she had noticed this strange feeling of actually missing him when they were apart. Even if they couldn’t be together at night, she loved their conversations. The time Gio spent working didn’t mean they hadn’t spent a lot of time getting to know each other.

  A day never passed where they didn’t speak or sneak in a few minutes for a cuddle. She hadn’t realized how starved she was for someone to want her with all her unattractive quirks.

  “Hey, what’s the frown for?” Gio asked as he drew her onto his lap.

  “It’s just weird that you like me.”

  “I more than like you, Violet, I did talk about us working toward permanent.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his neck. “I know, but I’m not used to all this shit. Two months ago, I was—”

  “Just remember, I don’t want to change you, baby girl. I think you’re perfect as is. I love your attitude. Your curves. The way you don’t take my shit. I truly believe you were made for me.”

  “I think you might be crazier than I am.”

  “Possibly.”

  She nipped at his throat, and he groaned, tightening his arms around her.

  “I may be late getting home tonight, but I wanted to drop this off.”

  She held on as he leaned back to dig in his pocket. He pulled something out and then opened his hand, a key rested on his palm.

  “I had this made before I came to see you. I wanted to drop it off so you can come and go as you please.”

  “I’ve never gotten a key before.”

  “Well, I’d like my girl to start staying over at my place and not have to pick the lock to get in.”

  She picked the key up and felt the warm metal between her fingertips.

  “We all have our talents, Gio, some of mine just aren’t exactly legal.”


  “And I love them all. So, be waiting at my place when I get home?”

  “With my ducky slippers on.”

  He growled as he kissed her. “Those fucking slippers are sexy as fuck especially when that’s all you’re wearing.”

  “I think you might be a pervert.”

  “But I’m your pervert, so be in bed with the slippers on. I have plans for you.”

  “I look forward to them.”

  He leaned in close to her ear. “You got any plugs in that toy box of yours?”

  “I may.” She laughed as his guttural rumble.

  His phone pinged in his pocket. “Dammit, breaks over. I’ll see you tonight.”

  He kissed her hard, lingered before he seemed to force himself away from her. He gently eased her off his lap and back into her chair.

  She didn’t care what she looked like as she watched his ass as he swaggered out of the room. She snarled as Heather stuck her head back in the room.

  “He’s your boyfriend?”

  “Yeah, what of it?”

  “Nothing, nothing.” the woman visibly swallowed and disappeared.

  She picked at the now barely warm lasagna as she stared at the key that rested in front of her. Was shit going too fast? Everything seemed so right when she was in Gio’s arms. He spoke of wanting her in his life for the long-term. He’d given her a key to his place. Loved what everyone else seemed to find abhorrent about her. She liked that she didn’t have to pretend she was something she wasn’t to make Gio happy.

  He cared for her, but he also wanted to fuck her, that was a nice bonus. Because that man hit every one of her trigger buttons and some she didn’t even know she had.

  Part of her hoped she was enough. She wasn’t delusional enough to think her past didn’t shape a lot of her habits. She’d always had to be the toughest. Crying was a weakness. She could throw down with men three times her size. All those things had been points of pride for her until she realized they had shaped her into something she didn’t really want to be. She loved her strength and her attitude, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t like someone to take care of her—like Gio did.

  She just hoped she didn’t ruin it. She might not be ready to admit it to him, but she was falling in love—or what she thought love should feel like.

  His Family Loved Violet

  He stood beside Renz as the man stared at the glass-encased jewelry. The man was chewing his thumbnail until it looked raw. “Dude, fucking stop, Lyn will love whatever you get.”

  “I know, I know, but—”

  “Renz, why don’t you tell Lyn how you feel?” he asked. Everyone else danced around the issue. Didn’t want to push it because Renz was sometimes insecure. He was a little chunkier than the rest of them. Well, he carried a bit more weight about his middle like their dad.

  “I don’t want to lose Lyn. Can you imagine? Twenty years of friendship and I go up to Lyn to tell them I’ve loved them since high school. I can’t be without Lyn. Lyn has been there through all the bullshit and never once judged me for being awkward or my terrible sense of humor.”

  “Then why don’t you just tell them?”

  “I can’t, man, it kills me to watch Lyn go out on dates, but it would hurt more if Lyn didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Lyn thinks I’m straight. I love Lyn whether they’re feeling their suits or jeans and t-shirts, or when they put on their prettiest dress. Everything about Lyn just does it for me.”

  He didn’t want to push too much. Renz tended to shut down when he felt threatened. No one would judge Renz for his love for his best friend. They’d be happy that Renz found his person.

  “What about Violet? We all love her. When are you going to make that shit official?”

  “I don’t know about that, man. We’ve been together three months—”

  “Practically living together.”

  “Not living together. She just stays over, and I love when she’s there when I get home, whether she’s asleep or not.”

  Okay, she spent more time at his place, but it wasn’t like they minded all that much. He loved her stuff next to his on the bathroom counter. Her pretty dresses hung up in his closet. Okay, they were living together. He smiled to himself as he left Renz to look at lockets. Renz had already picked out an expensive watch for Lyn to wear to the office and his brother wanted to get something beautiful for Lyn to wear when they went out.

  He turned to study his brother for a minute and saw the man checking out rings, but there was a deep sadness that made the faint lines on Renz’s face deeper. At thirty-five, Renz was exactly in the middle. Ma and Pop had their youngest five back to back, nearly a year apart that included a set of twins. Catholics and their birth control was sin policy. Ma and Pop never complained, they’d both come from big families, and they’d wanted one themselves. But with so many, Renz kind of got lost. Renz learned to take care of himself and the siblings below him.

  Lyn was the only person he’d ever been selfish over. Renz didn’t hide his affection. Showed Lyn in every way that Renz loved Lyn, but never in a romantic way. The way Renz really wanted to love on them.

  He felt bad. He’d seen the envious expression aimed at Tony and Esther when they went off to make out, laughed softly about something. He’d noticed it a few times aimed in his and Violet’s direction. He shook his head and looked at the cases as he passed.

  A simple platinum band with a rose carved pink stone caught his attention.

  “Did you see something you like, sir?” An older saleslady strolled up to him.

  “Yes, could I look at that one, please?” He pointed it out and waited as the lady removed it. He held it between his big fingers.

  An image of Violet wearing it flashed in his mind. Snug on her ring finger, and he smiled, as he stroked the surface of the rose.

  “Rose quartz.”

  “My girlfriend loves pink.”

  “If you’re looking for engagements rings, I can show you some more appropriate options.”

  “No, she’d love this one.”

  He’d studied the way their fingers laced together so many times he knew her delicate ring finger was just a little slimmer than his pinkie. He slid it on, and it caught at his knuckle.

  “I want this.”

  “I’ll put it in a box, was there anything else you’d like to see?”

  “No, just this.” He reluctantly handed it back to her and followed her toward the register. He didn’t think twice when he handed over his card.

  He knew three months wasn’t a long time, well, it had been four since she’d tackled him in their front yard. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know it was right. It may not be time yet. When he felt the moment was right, he’d be prepared. He’d known almost from the beginning that Violet was it for him. He loved her. He hadn’t said it yet, but neither had she.

  She still held a part of herself back, and he didn’t know why. He took his card and the small bag holding the black jeweler’s box.

  “You got something for Violet?”

  “Yes. What about you? Find something for Lyn?”

  “Yeah, they’re going to wrap it up for me. Do you want to grab a beer before you head home?”

  “Sure, Violet’s got some charity function. They needed two people for crowd control. I never realized what a nightmare being an event planner was. No wonder my baby girl is crazy.”

  “Wouldn’t have her any other way, right?”

  “Hell no, she’s fucking perfect.”

  “Must be love. I’ll just pay for my stuff and meet you out front.”

  “Deal.” He walked away to leave Renz with some privacy. Even though he was curious about Lyn’s gift, he didn’t want to ask just in case it was private. His phone ringing in his pocket pulled him from his thoughts, and he removed it, connected the call as he pressed it to his ear.

  “Masiello.”

  “Hey, are you home yet?” Violet’s voice was almost drowned out by the noise in the background.

  “No,
I’m out with Renz. Did you need something?”

  “No, some drunk got handsy—”

  He growled, and she giggled.

  “Man, don’t even. Do you think I can’t take care of myself?”

  “That’s not the point, Violet, you’re mine, remember, mine?”

  “All yours, big guy. Okay, we have to have a sewing kit around here somewhere. Thin ass straps are not big tit friendly.”

  “Those are my—”

  “Possessive, aren’t we?”

  “You know it, how much longer you playing referee?”

  “Actually, I shouldn’t be but another hour, two at the most. It’s sort of winding down. I think Irene will be good to handle everything after the auction ends. Did Renz decide on a present for Lyn yet? He’s been looking for like two months.”

  “He found something.”

  “What he get?” she demanded.

  He snorted at her excitement. “I don’t know. He kinda wanted me to leave him alone while he paid.”

  “It better have been a goddamn engagement ring. He’s fucking around way too much.”

  “You want to tell him that? I’ll give him the phone.”

  “No, I got his number.” And with that, the call disconnected.

  What the fuck? His woman just hung up on him.

  “Dude, did you sic your old lady on me,” Renz growled as he held the phone away from his ear as he exited the store. “No, I didn’t get a damn engagement ring. Are you insane? Yeah, yeah, I know stupid question.”

  He attempted to wipe his smile away as Renz argued with Violet. She fit in so easily. His parents adored her. His brothers loved her but were slightly frightened. But he did notice Violet had a bit of soft spot for Renz and Niccolo.

  Renz growled and shoved his phone into his pocket.

  He jumped as his phone rang and when he answered his woman was pissed.

  “Did that motherfucker hang up on me? Tell him imma kick his ass next time I see him.”

  Then she proceeded to disconnect the call on him. When had his life spiraled out of control?